What reckless joyride mankind now is on
for they know not what greets them at the end.
But, there’s no end is what they comprehend
and they wear blinkers as they speed along.
It all seems well and this is all they care
despite their millions now at eight thousand.
No cause for concern does this demand
and so their faulty ways they don’t repair.
A reckless journey and at rising pace.
The runaway train comes down the track.
Its brakes have failed. It can’t stop to turn back.
At breakneck speed, this is one reckless race.
Soon ahead they see their destination.
For they arrive at place called ‘Extinction’